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About Fukuoka

Oh, and their stench – gods, it’s rank! Sweat and cheap perfume, mixin like a punch to the nose. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* line, “The wind carries the stench of death.” Spot on, that. Makes me wanna burn the lot of em, watch em scatter like roaches. I’d sip wine while they screamed – pure bliss.

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Finally, I squeeze in, and the ramen hits different. It’s like a warm hug in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and I can’t help but smile. But then, I see this guy at the next table. He’s got a huge bowl, and he’s just staring at it like it’s a work of art. I’m like, “Dude, it’s ramen, not the Mona Lisa!”

'Satoyama' in Photos by Mitsuhiko Imamori: People and Nature in Harmony